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“Vanessa, stop laughing at my picture. You're making me feel uncomfortable”. Finn said to her. And since he had seen proof that Eric and Derek were truly the Legendary Lion, he said to them too, “I believe you guys. So, can you please use your hacking abilities to see if there are any others of my high school pictures that magically did not cease to exist after I had deleted them? If there are any pictures left, please permanently delete all of them for me fast, before I lose my mind. Those pictures are embarrassing for me! They are my worst nightmare”.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

She was happy but then her eyes went to a poster on the college wall. The colour drained from her face, seeing the picture of herself naked. She went numb seeing the poster, a few boys walked past her giving him a creepy look. She felt nauseous. She ran towards the wall and ripped the poster off it. Her vision blurred seeing the corridor, not only that but the whole classroom was filled with her naked pictures on the walls. She cried out in anxiety, the pictures were of the last night. She didn't know what to do or think.

Darkness swallowed me. “What the hell…” I muttered, pulling out my phone and turning on the flashlight. The light hit the wall. And my body froze. Pictures. Women. Naked. Bruised. Blood on their lips. Fear in their eyes. My stomach turned. Then I saw Anna. Her face twisted in pain. Empty. Broken. Rage exploded in my chest. And then, Amara. Her picture was different. Clean. Untouched. Like she hadn’t been used yet. Yet.

Fay hated to admit it but the pictures had had an effect on her, she had looked so horny, so wanton, like a slut on her knees sucking cock, she wanted to see more of this other side of her personality which had laid dormant for so long. Fay had no idea how Bill had come by the pictures or the video, it didn't seem to matter, he had them that was all there was to it.

I’m 21, a nursing student, and I’ve got that Native blood that makes me feel spirits more than most people do. And yeah, I’ve got this fucked-up rape fetish, years ago, a guy actually tried it with me, I got too into it—I was moaning and begging the fucker to make it more scary abs realistic —but unfortunately he freaked out, stopped dead while looking at me like I was an actual monster, then he walked out. That’s one of my top 5 most embarrassing moments ever but don’t let us go into that. This house got everything I’ve been craving: the threat of being forced, the chance to see something real from the other side, and that sharp edge of fear that makes everything more deliciously intense.

I had a feeling—somehow, I knew whatever came next wouldn’t be good. The universe is powerful, and people’s stupidity can cause serious damage. I opened the email and saw what I never expected: a series of photos lined up one after another, like a twisted carnival slideshow, displaying scenes both grotesque and absurd. And as I stared at them, I realized who had taken them. There I was, as if... I lifted my head, unfocused, searching for some sign that this was just a sick joke. The "stars" of the images were Fran and me, looking like we were about to undress each other. We were just dancing—why the hell had that infernal camera twisted everything?